Black stockings

"Do you want to join?" Elmer grinned.

Eleanor shrugged, gave a cold smile, and replied, "Unless I've gone insane."

"If I told you I've seen Lucifer, would you believe me?" Elmer lay on the bed, seemingly still feeling Eleanor's residual warmth.

"Lucifer is imprisoned in a cold abyss; you couldn't have seen him unless you died," Eleanor sneered.

"I not only saw Lucifer, but I also saw Satan. He looked hideous, like a dragon with demon wings, even in his amphibious form, he was still ugly. Lucifer, on the other hand, was quite handsome, just too arrogant. Let me tell you, I even met Mammon, guilty of greed, Beelzebub for gluttony, they all looked hideous. Despair is the Lord of Hell," Greed exclaimed.

"I think you have a severe case of delusional disorder. You should visit a hospital when you have time," Eleanor mocked, seemingly convinced that Elmer had gone mad, claiming to have been to hell.